Chapter 45: That's Not Love
Reese
My breath caught in my throat. The room suddenly felt smaller, the air thicker.
“Judging by how frozen you look right now, I’m guessing he didn’t,” she said with a faint, tired smile. “Don’t look so shocked. I’ve gotten over it—for the most part. Roman got revenge for me.”
“I’m glad he did,” I managed, my voice sounding foreign to my own ears—low, rough, edged with something protective and fierce. “I would have done it myself if he hadn’t.”
She nodded once. “He killed the man who did it.”
Another casual bombshell, delivered without drama, as if she were recounting a mundane errand.
“I remember being so afraid and angry when I first found out what he’d done. I just couldn’t wrap my head around it. That he would go that far—that extreme—for someth
